Ruan Lang Gui
In the sky-kissing palm
Autumnal dew has turned to frost.
The clouds send off the wild geese
That in a symbolic array fly.
Green wine and red sleeves invite the ninth moon ninth,
Things here differ little from my home town.
I wear purple orchids in my dress,
I pin yellow chrysanthemums on my hair:
To old wantonness free rein I give.
Sadness I will change for drunkenness;
When I sing, let not sad songs
Lacerate my heart.